"Staff, I remember you seem to be Brother Man (young man) from Star City, right? What a coincidence that I am also a fellow from Baoqing, Hunan Province! From now on, as long as I am such a commander, you will be the second in command of the team.
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Yang Dongli, who was codenamed Staff Officer, gave him a warm hug.
Hu Biao patted his chest with "Duang, Duang~" and made such a promise in his mouth.
What! After Hu Biao jogged all the way, he finally found a relatively hidden mountain col about 1.5 kilometers away from the village.
Then he contacted the system and hurriedly started calling netizens.
And it’s like the customary statement in those advertisements selling health products:
At that time, I was worried about waiting for him, so I just wanted to give it a try. When summoning netizens, I asked the system to summon those netizens from last time first.
The remaining gaps will be filled with new netizens.
Mainly because he was thinking, if one or two of the netizens from last time really came over, they could at least bring more weapons, right?
Even when they left last time, those guys swore and swore one by one. All they had to do was imitate the Obamas and cut their fingers in public to express their firm determination, saying that they would never accept the call this time.
But if anyone changes his mind, it means Hu Biao may have an extra rifle on hand.
So, under Hu Biao's expectant eyes, the space in front of him was distorted for a while, and on a relatively flat piece of yellow land, two distinct groups of people appeared.
There were only a few people in the front group, and there were more than 20 people in the back.
Just like last time, most of the new netizens were dressed very coolly. Their pajamas, big pants, and little vests always made Hu Biao feel inexplicably friendly.
Especially when they tremble in the cold wind, this sense of intimacy becomes even stronger.
Good guys! These guys are enjoying the embarrassment they suffered last time.
But after seeing that small group of people, Hu Biao's face was full of unspeakable surprise; because those were all netizens who participated in the mission last time, and most of them had weapons in their hands.
On Xi Ling's shoulders, he carried a bag of fertilizer, a big pot on his back, and a lot of messy gadgets; even Zhui Feng, a former little yellow guy, carried a car on his shoulders.
Old model 28 bicycle.
In such a huge surprise, Hu Biao rushed forward with such excitement.
First, he gave the staff officer a hug and said the first words.
After letting go, without waiting for Yang Dongli, who looked disgusted, to say something, Hu Biao took another step forward and hugged the middle-aged warehouse manager with a depressed expression.
He said hello with a smile: "Brother the Hun Master, since everyone is here, why are you looking so miserable?"
"I'm just kidding. When I came here, I prepared a cart with more than a hundred kilograms of supplies and a radio station inside. But I couldn't bring it over at all. This broken system is too messy.
Fortunately, I borrowed a 4x scope from our old man and put it on a 38-inch cover so I could bring it over. This time I can be a sniper."
"That's right! I also want to change my code name. From now on, please call me 'Hun Dharma God'. It sounds more awesome." The middle-aged warehouse manager added this after thinking of something.
"Okay, brother Hun Mage." Hu Biao's answer was straightforward.
After letting go of the Hun Dharma God, he pounced on the 'fake foreign devil Jason' who was a little further away. As a result, he cursed when he looked at him.
The splashing saliva sprayed all over Hu Biao's face:
"This broken system is unreasonable at all. I also deliberately bought an M1912 shotgun that was manufactured in 1940 at a high price. Logically speaking, it exceeds the limits of this world, but it was rejected by me in the same way."
Such complaints are like reminding people.
While they were inspecting the equipment and supplies they had carefully prepared, they started to complain one after another.
"Damn it! Why am I missing my bulletproof vest? Is this thing illegal?" This was the staff officer in sportswear, shouting angrily.
"Is this what people do? I left the cigarette, but I took away the disposable lighter. Who among you guys brought matches? Give me a box. If it doesn't work, I can get a magnesium stick~
"
Even Hu Biao found out helplessly during the inspection that the supplies in his backpack were missing a lot. Most of the anti-inflammatory drugs he prepared were missing, and only a little oral and injected penicillin was left.
Even the disposable syringes made of polyvinyl chloride, commonly known as PVC plastic, are missing.
Based on the above analysis of the material situation, the system should not be able to bring in weapons from the modern dimension. Other materials should be allowed, but they should not exceed the technical level at that time.
For example, penicillin was invented in 1928, but cephalosporins were not invented until 50 years later. As a result, in the mission world of about 40 years ago, many anti-inflammatory drugs were withheld.
Obviously, the system's erratic and strict material carrying requirements caused Hu Biao and the others a lot of trouble in their next mission.
But just like that, when a string of complaints and curses sounded in his ears, Hu Biao burst into laughter.
Because these guys who are complaining and swearing in front of him all have code names that he is familiar with, including Staff Officer, Hun Mage, Jason, Swordsman, Xi Ling, Original Sin, Zhui Feng, Bianrou, and Flying Falcon.
These 9 people brought a total of 7 rifles for Hu Biao, including 3 made in Hanyang, 2 38-type rifles, and one each of the civilian 13th type and the Chinese formal type.
By the way! There is also a Southern Type 14 pistol on the swordsman's waist that is said to be difficult to commit suicide.
Such a result can be said to far exceed Hu Biao's expectations.
But in fact, compared to the firearms and supplies these people brought, Hu Biao was actually more happy that so many familiar netizens showed up.
This means that he is not alone, and it also gives him a little more warmth in such a cruel mission world.
The most important thing is this call again. Since these 9 people responded to the first time, is the second time far away? His team formation process can be regarded as taking the first step...
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While making the action of drawing the gun with one hand, Hu Biao opened the safety of the shell gun with the thumb of his right hand. After raising his hand, he fired with a "bang~" shot.
It's pitiful to say that Hu Biao got the original shell gun nicknamed "Big Red Nine" in his hands. This was the first time he found an opportunity to fire.
Then, a pretty awesome scene happened.
At least 80 meters away, a bald man with a wooden stick in his hand was immediately beaten into pieces of wood.
The awesomeness of the book "Basic Pistol Use Mastery" was revealed in front of everyone's eyes, making everyone who knew the inside story envious.
By the way, I was thinking about getting myself something similar.
The problem is that there are too many people and too little food. Such a thing is not that simple and requires careful planning.
In an instant, the bald man, who had a rebellious expression on his face just a second ago, trembled visibly all over his body; the flying wood residue left many wounds on his head and face.
There were even a few that pierced directly into his face, which was extremely miserable.
This is when Hu Biao greeted a group of familiar netizens, or cursed collectively, and the new netizens made new moves.
People! Especially the gentlemen from the modern plane, let’s put it nicely:
Everyone always has different ideas, and the habit of doubting everything and denying everything has penetrated into the bone marrow of the individual.
To put it mildly, I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin.
Even though they were a little surprised and confused about their sudden appearance here and the magical situation where the time changed from night to day.
But many people also want to look around for the first time before talking.
Not to mention finding a new way out, at least find some clothes for me to put on my thin clothes.
So, when some people took the lead and stepped forward, most of the people followed their footsteps and walked outside in a hurry.
In other words, there were only 5 netizens who stayed in place after keeping a few meters away from other people.
But what surprised Hu Biao was that among the five people who stayed, one of them was actually wearing a white coat. In an instant, Hu Biao decided to find a way to make this guy stay, and he must participate in the next mission.
After all, even if the other party is a veterinarian, he is more reliable than them in battlefield first aid, which means that they can have a doctor in their team.
There was also a young man wearing a greasy chef's uniform, which could be regarded as Hu Biao's excitement.
Seeing that the task time is getting longer and longer, it seems good to have a professional cook in the team.
Of course, the most important thing for Hu Biao now is to stop those netizens who plan to leave the col; time is tight and the task is heavy, and he has no intention of looking for people to waste time later.
And if it had been the last mission, Hu Biao might have come forward to have a good chat with these netizens.
But Hu Biao, who knows a little bit about netizens' irritability, this time he just did it in a simple and crude way.
He selected the one who seemed to be the most ruthless among the group of netizens, and shot the self-defense stick he picked up from the ground with one shot, exploding it on the spot.
Good guy! Several Chinese gentlemen in the modern dimension have experienced this.
The new netizens were frightened on the spot. They instinctively stopped and looked at Hu Biao with horrified expressions.
Under such an environment, Hu Biao’s shouts resounded:
"You see clearly, what I have in my hands is a real guy, so this is not some game or reality show, nor is it someone trying to trick you.
If you don’t want to be blown off your head by the system, then get serious.
As long as the mission is successfully completed, everyone can go back safely and bring back many valuable trophies, such as large silver dollars, large gold bracelets, and small yellow croakers.
Now everyone is following me and gathering with our NPCs; don’t worry, I will introduce you to more information when I have time."
Obviously, Hu Biao is bragging. Normally, there would be no such attractive loot in this mission.
But isn't this time urgent? He thought about stabilizing these people first and then saying no.
And the effect of his deception or shooting was good, and then the new netizens seemed to be in a much better situation.
At this point, Hu Biao took his team from District 3 and set off towards the small village; of course he did not forget to throw the crooked stick in his hand to Xiao Pingtou Yuan Sin.
Let him walk at the end of the team carrying such a scary thing.
The two Sanba Gaigai with bayonets attached behind them were held by Zhui Feng and Swordsman, who were both empty-handed, walking on both sides of the team.
In this way, I believe no one will want to escape.
Then, only a minute or two after everyone set off, the old horse from the county brigade galloped over with a group of people, shouting from a distance:
"I just heard gunshots here. What happened to Captain Hu?"
"It just went wrong." Hu Biao explained with a serious expression...